CAL
A hand slides his hands down my waist underneath my apron. I jump, turning around with my knife pointed at the body behind me. My hands shake as I try to figure out a way to get out his strong grasp.
The man laughs and I toss the knife down onto the ground.
“What the hell?” I cry out. “What are you doing here, Cal? You scared the crap out of me! You know better!”
“Ha! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get you like that. The meeting at the clubhouse got done early, so I figured I’d just come right over.” He pulls my waist into his, his hands still playing with the underside of my black and flour-covered apron. He dips his head down towards my neck, inhaling deeply, “Mmmm… you smell delicious.”
I wrap my arms around his neck as I forget why I’m mad at him, “I probably smell like pesto and basil. I’ve been snacking while I cook.”
“Really?” His dark, messy eyebrows raise up at me curiously, “Can I have a taste?”
I reach behind me, grabbing the ladle I was using to stir the pot of homemade sauce. I lift it to his lips, but he closes them tightly. Instead, he grabs the spoon handle from me and presses it to my mouth. I take in the hot, sweet sauce slowly, letting it sit in my mouth as I taste all the flavors. Cal pulls me in closer and kisses me sweetly, flicking his tongue inside of my lips.
“How does it taste?” I ask as I come up for air, “Does it need more salt? I just can—”
“Shhh.” He places a finger to my red painted lips as he hoists me up quickly onto the cold marble kitchen countertop. His hands slip under my dress and hook around the black lace panties I put on just for him. With one strong pull, he slips them off my hips and down my legs past the black lace top stockings and garter belt. He feels and the material flush against my legs admiringly, “You wore them.”
I tease him as I hitch my legs across his hips, pushing the forming bulge into my exposed pussy. “They were a gift from someone who really, really wanted me to wear them, so how could I not?” I hike up my tight fitting black dress up higher so he can see the entire lace and black ensemble in full view. “Do you approve, Cal?”
His hands trace over the material, examining it with a keen eye. He snaps at the garter belt and ruffles the dainty frills. His voice darkens as he nods, “This is perfect.”
I put on an innocent, naive voice as I ask coyly, “Perfect for what?”
He grabs at my arms and raises them above my head against the kitchen cabinets. The dishes inside rattle with the force of the hit. He presses his lips to mine, taking my breath away instantly. When he pulls away, he looks down at me and says matter-of-factly, “Perfect for fucking you right here and right now.”
I grab him, pulling in for a long deep kiss as my hands slip out of his grasp and began unbuttoning his black, long-sleeved shirt. I pull it off quickly, throwing it into a ball on the kitchen tile. My dress follows, leaving me in my bra, stockings, and garter belt. Our hands frantically paw at one another’s naked skin until he lets me take control. My hand rests on his long cock, using a finger to stroke softly at the pink and pale skin.
He takes my lead, pressing his hand against my pussy, already wet from the anticipation. We both tease at one another, watching the other’s hands as they caress and pet. My body begins to knot up as I start to slide towards his hand. My back arches and my head tilts back. I grab on to his cock and begin to stroke with my palm.
Cal smiles as he lifts his hand to his lips and licks it. He then rests it on the top of my sex and rubs the moisture in. He lets out a soft moan as I hold on to him a bit tighter, the anticipation of the both of us getting off growing in me. A finger parts my folds before slipping in and hooking inside. I cry out and hold on to the cabinet handles for support as he suddenly pushes is all the way, his finger disappearing inside me.
With his other hand, he takes mine and places it back on his cock. It’s a command I am more than willing to follow. He sets the rhythm with his fingers massaging inside of me, and I follow his lead. As he enters, I move upwards. As he exits, I pulse my hands down the shaft. We move slowly, our bodies and breath linking in time.
Cal speeds up, his eyes darkening as they study me. His hand falls to the side of me, pounding into the side of the countertop as I can tell he wants so much more. We both quicken our movements, our hands and fingers moving at breakneck speed. He looks down at me and growls before pushing my hands off of him. His fingers exit me and he pulls me down to the ground. I spin on my heels and drop down on to the countertop, giving him just the right angle to enter me quickly.
“Oh, Michelle!” he cries out as his cock drives itself in. “You feel so fucking good.” Cal moves the hair off of my back and twists his fingers down my spine as he begins to pump into me. He doesn’t slow or hesitate. His dick picks up right where we left off with our fingers. But his length does something to me his fingers never could – it goes so deep I feel like I am about to burst.
I hold on as best as I can as I use my chest to pull my legs up into the air. The cold marble stings my hard nipples through the thin fabric of my lacey bra. He grabs on my legs and hikes them around his back. His cock follows the curve of my pussy as he gets even deeper inside of me.
“Cal!” I cry out as I begin to slip out of my mind and body, “Fuck me, please!”
His cock races inside of me, unrelenting. I feel both of us build as every sensation in me takes over. My skin prickles. My head races. I try to get in a deep breath but I am at a loss. I press up in time to feel every muscle in my body contract and ease. He follows me as I can sense him gripping onto my back for support. His cum shoots up inside of me, mixing in with the rest of my juices.
Cal’s chest falls onto my back despite his cock still resting inside of me. He kisses the length of my spine and the curve of my shoulder. I turn my head to brush my lips against his forehead. And suddenly, I’m laughing. The butterflies that have built up in me release as I can’t stop giggling. We both eye each other as he joins in, his low rumble of a laugh shaking my body.
I look back up at him and smile brightly as I point out jokingly, “I think our pasta sauce burnt.”
He pulls out of me and walks towards the pot still sitting on the low set burners. He takes off the clear metal lid and dips the ladle in, getting a taste of the bright red sauce. “It’s not so bad.” Cal opens the cabinet and pulls out some spices, sprinkling a bit of each one in. As I stand and collect my clothing, he hands the ladle back to me. “Test it out.”
The rich flavors hit me almost immediately. I exclaim, surprised, “Where did you learn how to do that? This sauce is incredible!”
“When you live in a clubhouse full of men, you occasionally pick up some cooking skills from time to time. I didn’t just eat takeout with Maddie.” He winks at me devilishly.
I hand him a plate of the homemade pasta noodles and he mixes them into the pot of sauce. When he hands me my bowl, I have to ask him, “Do you miss it? Living in the clubhouse, I mean.”
He sighs as he walks to the large black table in the dining room. He sits down and takes a bite as I stand waiting for his response. He wipes his mouth with his hand and looks down back at the bowl in front of him. “Sometimes I miss being in the middle of it all. Giving up the vice president position was hell on Earth.”
I sit down slowly, looking at him with empathy. I still can’t believe he made that decision on his own. He knew staying on as vice president meant he would no longer be in the upper echelon, but he also knew he would not have to worry about Maddie or retaliations. He could still be a Mustang for life, but as an elder, he yielded more power than he thought. He could teach the young guns what it meant to ride for life without constantly looking over his shoulders.
I sit next to him and place my hand upon his. I want him to know I am here, that I am happy with the changes I’ve made, too. After everything went down, Jager made me an honorary Mustang for saving Maddie’s life and leading the club to defeat the Coyotes once and for all, completely driving them and their business out of town. I get the option of attending meetings, riding on their runs, and even being present at the boys’ parties. My official colors jacket sits on the couch in the living room, just out of sight for now.
Cal looks into my eyes as she says firmly, “But no, I don’t miss it. When I’m gone from here, I miss you. When I haven’t spoken to Maddie in awhile, I miss her. It’s a different kind of life, that’s for sure. But I don’t want to go back to it. I want to have this pasta here with you and have Maddie home with us.”
“Tonight,” I say excitedly, “tonight.” Both of us have been counting down for weeks until we could have Maddie safely back from her temporary hideout. Every night we would video chat with her, me checking in on her homework progress and Cal giving her updates from the club. We even sprang her out a few days ago to visit Erin in the hospital. Maddie held her hand as she finished her physical therapy session.
We both eat quickly, slurping down our pasta. When our plates are cleared, Cal looks up at the clock on the wall and turns to ask me, “Are you ready for this? It’s going to be a huge change having Maddie here with us.”
“But she will be home, and that’s all that matters to me, Cal. I can get through change. Hell, I took it okay when Erin told me she was moving out to go live with her parents while she recovered. And I thought I could never lose her as a roommate without going crazy.”
“Well, now you have more than just a roommate.” He smiles proudly.
Cal had taken over my space, putting his touches on just about everything. And while I was still getting used to the muddy boots, the motorcycle in the garage, or the men coming in and out to fix the plumbing or redo a few fallen shingles, I was more than thrilled to have him here. Every night I slept more soundly knowing that he was watching over me, and not just from afar.
Cal’s nose wrinkles up as he looks at me with wide eyes, “Should we go now? I mean, it’s only six, but we could get her early…”
I nod enthusiastically, not letting him finish his thought, “Yes! Let’s go get her now! I am so excited.” I stand and grab my jacket off of the couch along with my satchel. My hands shake as they grasp onto my car keys waiting for Cal to follow me.
Cal stands in the dining room, his hands wrapping around his chest. “Do you want to clean up before we go?”
I smile thinking about the girl I was when he met me. The idea of dirty dishes being left out for even an extra minute would have pained me. The leather jacket on the couch without a hanger or a closet would have haunted me. The man standing there laughing at me would have scared me.
But I’m not the same Michelle anymore. I can’t be. I’m the girl who found love in the wrong place, with the wrong man from the wrong place and the wrong family. I am the girl who learned how strong she could be when she got the courage to tackle her fears. And I learned how much my heart could open to someone like Cal or Maddie.
I could never go back to being the teacher with the straight line of desks before her. And if that meant letting in a little chaos rule our lives, then so be it. I was a Devil’s Mustang now. And I rode strong and fast, and I defended the ones I love. No one could take that away from me.
I walk towards Cal slowly, and I grab his hand, pulling him down towards me. I kiss his sweet lips that still taste like the pasta sauce we just shared for dinner. He wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me off the ground. I kiss his neck as my arms find his strong chest, and I whisper softly into his ear, “Let’s ride.”
THE END
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